Friday, June 29, 2018

Rubysong

Rubysong


succulent ripe fruit
having long hung from a stem
grows deep crimson round
a victim of gravity
its own weight brings it tumbling

gathered, smashed and pressed
giving up its very blood
squeezed, dripping, sticky
frozen into red crystals
icy-cool treat for parched lips


--2001

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